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And he, the noble image of my youth,

West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, Is overspread with them : Therefore my grief

look up! Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;

War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,

fits In forms imaginary, the unguided days,

Are with his highness very ordinary. And rotten times, that you shall look upon Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs; For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, The incessant care and labour of his mind When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, Hath wrought the mure,2 that should confine it in, When means and lavish manners meet together, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. 0, with what wings shall his affections fly

P. Humph. The people fear me ;) for they do Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

observe War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature: quite :

The seasons change their manners, as the year The prince but studies his companions,

Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them Like a strange tongue : wherein, to gain the language,

Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be'Tis needful, that the most immodest word

tween :6 Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, Your highness knows, comes to no further use, Say, it did so, a little time before But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. The prince will, in the persectness of time,

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. Cast off his followers : and their memory

P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his Shall, as a pattern or a measure, live,

end. By which his grace must mete the lives of others; K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave Into some other chamber: sofly, 'pray.
her comb

[They convey the king into an inner part of In the dead carrion.- Who's here? Westmoreland?

the room, and place him on a bed.

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ;
Enter Westmoreland.

Unless some dull’ and favourable hand
West. Health to my sovereign! and new happi. Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

War. Call for the music into the other room. Added to that that I am to deliver !

K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand : Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, War. Less noise, less noise. Are brought to the correction of your law; There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,

Enter Prince Henry. But peace puts forth her olive every where.

P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence ? The manner how this action hath been borne, Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. Here at more leisure may your highness read; P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and With every course, in his particular.'

none abroad! K. Hen. 0 Westmoreland, thou art a summer How doth the king ? bird,

P. Humph. Exceeding ill. Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

P. Hen.

Heard he the good news yet 3 The listing up of day. Look! here's more news. Tell it him.

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. Enter Harcourt.

P. Hen. If he be sick Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty: With joy, he will recover without physic. And, when they stand against you, may they fall War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet As those that I am come to tell you of!

prince, speak low; The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, The king your father is dispos’d to sleep. With a great power of English, and of Scots, Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: Wor. Will’t please your grace to go along with The manner and true order of the fight,

us? This packet, please it you, contains at large. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news king.

(Ertunt all but P. Henry. make me sick ?

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Will Fortune never come with both hands full, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? But write her fair words still in foulest letters? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! She either gives a stomach, and no food, - That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast, To many a watchful night-sleep with it now! And takes away the stomach-such are the rich, Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

As he, whose brow, with homely biggino bound, I should rejoice now at this happy news; Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :- When thou dust pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit O me! come near me, now I am much ill. Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,

[Swoons. That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!

There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:

my royal father ! Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
(1) The detail contained in prince John's letter. (6) An historical fact, on October 12, 1411.
(2) Worked the wall. (3) Make me afraid. (7) Melancholy, soothing.
(4) Monsters.
(5) As if the year.

(8) Gates. (9) Cap.

Perforce must move.-My gracious lord ! my fa-|With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. ther!

K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,

crown? That from this golden rigol' hath divorc'd

Re-enter Prince Henry. So many English kings. Thy due, from me, Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood; Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. Shall, 0 dear father, pay thee plenteously:

[Ere. Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Lords, $c. My due, froin thee, is this imperial crown; P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. Which, as immediale from thy place and blood, K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

thought : (Putting is on his head. I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, whole strength

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Into one giant arm, it shall not force

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth ! This lineal honour from me: This from thee

Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence ! Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.

That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.

Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Cla.

Doth the king call ? Were thine without offence; and, at my death, War. What would your majesty ? How fares Thou hast seald up my expectation :: your grace?

Thy life did manifest, ihou lov’dst me not, K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my And thou wilt have me die assured of it. lords?

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heari, Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

To stab at half an hour of my life. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour ? let me see him :

Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself ; He is not here.

And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, War. This door is open; he is gone this way. That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, where we stav'd.

Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head: K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from Only compound me with forgotten dust; my pillow ?

Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; here.

For now a time is come to mock at form, K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, Harry the Fifth is crown'd :-Up, vanity'! seek him out.

Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose

And to the English court assemble now, My sleep my death ?

Froin every region, apes of idleness ! Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your seum:

(Exit Warwick. Have you a rutfian, that will swear, drink, dance, This part of his conjoins with my disease, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you The oldest sins the newest kind of ways ? are!

Be happy, he will trouble you no more: How quickly nature falls into revolt,

England shull double gild his treble guilt ; When gold becomes her object!

England shall give him office, honour, might : For this the foolish over-careful fathers

For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks Have broke their sleep with thoughts their brains The muzzle off' restraint, and the wild dog

Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. Their bones with industry ;

O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! For this they have engrossed and pild up, When that my care could not withhold thy riots, The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? For this they have been thoughtful to invest 0, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! When, like the bee, tolling? from every flower P. Hen. 0, pardon me, my liege! but for my The virtuous sweets;


Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, The moist impediments unto my speech,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, I had forestali'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
Yield his engrossments) to the ending father.- The course of it so far. There is your crown;

And He that wears the crown immortally,
Re-enter Warwick.

Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Now, where is he that will not stay so long Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Till his friend sickness hath determin'de me? Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Ww. My lord, I found the prince in the next (Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit

Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending! Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks ; Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,

And found no course of breath within your majesty, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but biood, How cold it struck my heart! if I do seign, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife o, let me in my present wildness die; (1) Circle. (2) Taking toll. (3) Accumulations. (4) Ended.

(5) Confirmed my opinion.

with care,

And never live to show the incredulous world Which I, with more than with a common pain, The noble change that I have purposed !

'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick, Lords, I spake unto the crown, as having sense,

and others. And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Hath fed upon the body of my father ;

Lancaster. Therefore, thou, best oj gold, art worst of sold. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my Other, less fine in caral, is more precious,

royal father! Preserving life in med'cine potable : 2

K. Hen. Thouwring'st me happiness, and peace, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, son John Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege, But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Accusing it, I put it on my head;

From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, To try with it, -as with an enemy,

My worldly business makes a period.-
That had before my face murder'd my father, Where is my lord of Warwick?
The quarrel of a true inheritor.

P. Hen.

My lord of Warwick ! But if it did infect my blood with joy,

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride ; Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. Did, with the least attection of a welcome,

K. Hen. Laud be to God !-even there my life Give entertainment to the might of it;

must end. Let God for ever keep it from my head!

It hath been prophesied to me many years,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,

I should not die but in Jerusalem;
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :-
K.Hen. O my son !

But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel

ACT V. That ever I shall breathe. Ileaven knows, my son, SCENE I.-Glostershire. A hall in Shallow's By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well,

house. Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, ai:• How troublesome it sat upon my head :

Page. To thee it shall descend with better quiet,

Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away Better opinion, better confirmation ;

to-night. ---What, Davy, I say ! For all the soil of the achievement goes

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert ShalWith me into the earth. It seem'd in me,

low. But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;

Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be And I had many living, to upbraid

excused ; excuses shall not be admitted; there is My gain of it by their assistances;

no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused. Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,

-Why, Davy!
Wounding supposed peace : all these vold fears,*
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:

Enter Davy.
For all my reign hath been but as a scene

Davy. Here, sir. Acting that argument; and now my death

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,- let me see, Davy; Changes the mode:s for what in me was purchas'd, let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid him Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

come hither.—Sir John, you : hall not be excused. So thou the garland wear'st successivelv:

Dary. Marry, sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, be served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headThou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; and with wheat ? And all thy friends, which thou must make thy Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William friends,

cook ;-Are there no young pigeons ? Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; Davy. Yes, sir.- Here is now the smith's note, By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, for shoeing, and plough-irons. And by whose power I well might lodge a fear Shal. Let it be cast, and paid :—Sir John, you To be again displac'd: which to avoid,

shall not be excused. I cut them off; and had a purpose now

Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must To lead out many to the Holy Land;

needs be had :- And, sir, do you mean io stop any Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, day, at Hinckley fair ? Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds

Shal. He shall answer it :--Some pigeons, With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, Davy ; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of May waste the memory of the former days. mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, William cook. That strength of speech is utterly denied me. Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? How came I by the crown, O God, forgive ! Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend And grant it may with thee in true peace live! i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his P. Hen. My gracious liege,

men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;

will backbite. Then plain, and right, must my possession be:

(6) Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means (1) Quality. (2) To be taken:

stolen goods. (3) Spot, dirt. (4) Frights. (5) State of things.. (7) Warrants. (8) Accounted up.

Davy. No worse than thcy are back-bitten, sir ; Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had calld me for they have marvellous foul linen.

with him : Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy busi- The service that I truly did his life, ness, Davy:

Hath left me open to all injuries. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance Wil- War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you liam Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of

not. the hill.

Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myShal. There are many complaints, Davy, against self, that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my To welcome the condition of the time; knowledge.

Which cannot look more hideously upon me Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. sir : but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrey, Clarence, honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when

Westmoreland, and others.' a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice O, that the living Harry had the temper in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! man, I have but a very little credit with your wor- How many nobles then should hold their places, ship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; there- That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! fore, I besecch your worship, let him be counte- Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. nanced.

P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick. Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin. Look about, Dávy. (Erit Davy.) Where are you, P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to sir John ? Come, off with your boots.-Give me speak. your hand, master Bardolph.

War. We do remember ; but our argument Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

Is all too heavy to admit much talk. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made Bardolph :-and welcome, my tall fellow, (To the us heavy! Page.) Come, sir John.

(Erit Shallow. Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier ! Fal. I'll foilow you, good master Robert Shal- P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a low. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bar- friend, indeed: dolph and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, And I dare swear, you borrow not that face I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's- of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits to find, and his : They, by observing him, do bear them- You stand in coldest expectation: selves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with I am the sorrier; 'would, 'lwere otherwise. them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man; Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in which swims against your stream of quality, consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in to master Shallow, I would humour his men, with honour, the imputation of being near their master : if to his Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no And never shall you see, that I will beg man could better command his servants. It is cer- A ragged and forestall'd remission.tain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, If truth and upright innocency fail me, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: I'll to the king my master that is dead, therefore, let men take heed of their company. I And tell him who hath sent me after him. will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to War. Here comes the prince. keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which is four terms, or two

Enler King Henry V. actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your , it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a

majesty! jest, with a sad brow,' will do with a fellow that

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall Sits not so easy on me as you think.see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;

This is the English, not the Turkish court; Shal. [Within.) Sir John !

Not Amurath an Amurath' succeeds, Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, Shallow,

[Exit Falstaff. For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you;

Sorrow so royally in you appears, SCENE II.-Westminster. A room in the palace. That I will deeply put the fashion on, Enter Warwick, a:id the Lord Chief Justice.

And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad : War. How now, my lord chief justice ? whither Than a joint burden laid upon us all.

But entertain no more of it, good brothers, away? Ch. Just. How doth the king ?

For me, by heaven, I bid you be assurd, War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

I'll be your father and your brother too; ended.

Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I: Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. War. He's walked the way of nature ; By number, into hours of happiness.

But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

(3) Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, (1) A serious face. (2) Full of wrinkles. who succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled.


laid up.

P. John, fc. We hope no other from your ma-To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out jesty.

Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down King. You all look strangely on me:-and you After my seeming. The tide of blood in me most;

[To the Chief Justice. Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now : You are, I think, assur'd I love you nol.

Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;, Ch. Just. I am assurd, if I be measur'd rightly, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. And flo henceforth in formal majesty. King. No!

Now call we our high court of parliament : How might a prince of my great hopes forget And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, So great indignities you laid upon me?

That the great body of our state may go What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison, In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation ; The immediate hea of England! Was this easy? That war, or peace, or both at once, may be May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgoiten ? As things acquainted and familiar to us ;Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.father;

(To the Lord Chief Justice. The image of his power lay then in me: Our coronation done, we will accite, And, in the administration of his law,

As I before remember'd, all our state: Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, And (God consigning to my good intents,) Your highness pleased to forget my place, No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,– The majesty and power of law and justice, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Ece. The image of the king whom I presented, And struck me in my very seat of judgment;

SCENE III.-Glostershire. The garden of ShalWhereon, as an offender to your father,

low's house. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, I gave bold way to my authority,

Bardolph, the Page, and Davy.
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, To have a son set your decrees at nought;

in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my To pluck down justice from your awful bench;

own gratling, with a dish of caraways, and so forth; To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword

-come, cousin Silence ;-and then to bed. That guards the peace and safety of your person :

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling,

and a rich. Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, And mock your workings in a second body.?

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, begQuestion your royal thoughts, make the case yours : Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

gars all, sir John:-marry, good air.-Spread, Be now the father, and propose a son: Hear your own dignity so much prosan'd,

Fál. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, your serving-man, and your husbandman. Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good And then imagine me taking your part,

varlet, sir John.—By the mass, I have drunk too And, in your power, soft silencing your son:

much sack at supper:--A good varlet. Now sit After this cold considerance, sentence me;

down, now sit down :--come, cousin. And, as you are a king, speak in your state,

Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall What I have done, that misbecame my place, Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

(Singing. King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this And praise heaven for the merry year ; well;

When flesh is cheap and females dear, Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword : And lusty lads roam here and there, And I do wish your honours may increase,

So merrily, Till you do live to see a son of mine

And ever among so merrily. Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

Fal. There's a merry heart !-Good master SiSo shall I live to speak my father's words ;

lence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Happy, am I, thal have a man so bold,

Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy: That dares do justice on my proper son :

Davy. Sweet sir, sit; (Seating Bardolph and the And not less happy, having such a son,

Page at another table.) I'll be with you anon :That would deliver up his greatness so,

most sweet sir, sit. -Master page, good master Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me:

page, sit : proface! What you want in meat, we'll For which, I do commit into your hand

have in drink. But you must bear; The heart's The unstained sword that you have us’d to bear; all.

[Exit. With this remembrance,-That you use the same

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, soldier there, be merry. As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand : You shall be as a father to my youth:

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all ;" My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;

(Singing. And I will stoop and humble my intents

For women are shrews, both short and tall : To your well-practis'd, wise directions.

'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;

And welcome merry shrove-lide. My faiher is gone wild into his grave,

Be merry, be merry, &c. For in his tomb lie my affections ;

Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a And with his spirit sadly* I survive,

man of this mettle. To mock the expectation of the world;

Sil. Who, I ? I have been merry twice and once,

ere now. (1) Crown.

Treat with contempt your acts executed by (4) Gravely. (5) Summon. a representative.

16) Italian, much good may it do you. (3) In your regal character and cfficc.

(7) As all women are.

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